(Jan 30) The time is now. I have decided to replay the formula that got me to Brooklyn the last time. I have taken This Side of Paradise and The Great Gatsby off the bookshelf. This time I won’t be reading them on a porch in a rocker, with Billy in my lap and a brandy at my side. I hope the effect is the same. F. Scott Fitzgerald was wrong about one thing, I’m about to start my third act.